Page 8 of Mastered By Desire

At this point, if he leaves the room, I think I’ll cry.

Either he sees my desperation, or he’s as turned on as I am, because he finally nods. “Yes.”

I reach for his pants, my fingers clumsy as I work the buttons.

“Are you sure?” I whisper.

His expression is intense. I see desire warring with reluctance. Something else is there, too. Hope? Need? Finally, there’s resolution in his clenched jaw. “I’m sure if you are.”

I am. I can feel the hardness of him through his jeans, like he’s aching for this as much as I am.

“Hurry up,” Gage says, and I think it’s less about making me rush and more about reminding me that he’s the one behind all of this.

“Yes, Sir,” I say, and finally get Dmitri’s pants open. He’s wearing dark gray boxer briefs, his bulge clearly visible. I slide the fabric down, and there it is. Dmitri’s dick. Right in front of my face.

“Did you forget your instructions?” Gage asks as he moves back to his chair.

“No, Sir.” I don’t say anything else.

I lean forward and put Dmitri’s tip in my mouth.

“Fuck,” Dmitri gasps.

Gage’s position puts him to the side, meaning I can see him from the corner of my eye. He pushes down his pants to free his own dick and stroke himself. If he just wanted to jerk off to the sight of a woman giving head to someone else, why spend fifty thousand dollars? Surely he could find porn that satisfies whatever kink he has.

Except if he were watching porn, he wouldn’t be directing what happens on his phone screen. Here, he can start and stop all of it.

Dmitri tastes salty and manly, and I’m loving the thickness of him against my tongue and cheeks. I take more of him into my mouth. When I look up, he’s staring down at me with an expression of awe on his face. I don’t think either of us ever expected to be in this situation.

Although I’ve fantasized about being with him, a part of me now wonders how we’ll be able to face each other tomorrow or the next day or any of the days after that.

It’s a problem for Future Leah. Because Present Leah is enthusiastically blowing her best friend’s brother and doesn’t have time to worry about these things.

Dmitri thrusts gently into my mouth, as if experimenting with what I can take. I can take more, so I hum around him in approval.

“Don’t forget to touch yourself, baby,” Gage says.

Oh, right. I’m supposed to come at some point. I’m already ridiculously wet because this whole situation just does it for me. In fact, I’m too wet—it’s hard to get enough friction for my clit to register as much sensation as I need.

Still, it feels amazing. I press a finger inside myself, wishing it was Gage’s finger, or Dmitri’s, or one of their cocks. Maybe Gage’s cock, while I suck off Dmitri.

And Dmitri is still thrusting gently, but then he puts his hands on my head, taking more control.

It turns out Ireallylike it when he takes control. I swirl my tongue over his length as much as I possibly can, and moan.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Fuck, Leah,fuck.”

I’m a hot spring of lust, simmering, melting into myself.

He continues grunting in approval. Each sound ramps up my own desire. I had no idea he’d be so vocal and expressive during sex. But how could I? He’s only done these things with me in my darkest, most forbidden fantasies.

My fingertips glide over my clit. I’m getting close. What was the rule again? Is it that I have to come before Dmitri, or I can’t come until after he does? I forget. I don’t want to remember, I want to let my body release as quickly as possible, spurred on by Dmitri’s muttered curses and encouragements.

“I changed my mind, Miss L,” Gage says abruptly. “You are to continue touching yourself, but you arenotto come. Understand?”

Ugh, orgasm denial? Really? I whimper around Dmitri’s dick, disappointed. But I’ll be paid handsomely for this, so I slow my stroking fingertips.

I can always get off when I get home. Maybe Mick…nah, he won’t care enough about my pleasure. As soon as we opened the relationship, all of his efforts tapered off to nothing. My orgasm will be a solo operation if it happens at home.

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